Cit. DOWN WITH HIM! DOWN WITH HIM!
'In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the People, are all BEAT IN,' so the stage direction informs us, which appears a little singular, considering there is but one sword drawn, and the victorious faction does not appear to have the advantage in numbers. It is, however, only a temporary success, as the victors seem to be aware.
Men. Go, get you to your houses, be gone away, All will be nought else.
Second Sen. Get you gone.
Cor. Stand fast, We have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that?
Sen. The gods forbid! I pry'thee noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to CURE THIS CAUSE.
Men. For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself. Begone, beseech you.
Com. Come, Sir, along with us.
Cor. I would they were barbarians (as they are,
Though in Rome littered) not Romans, (as they are not,
Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol).